For various reasons, my sister, Lila, and I have grown apart over the years. It’s a complicated mix of childhood pain, competition, misunderstandings, and stubbornness. I once reached out to her during a family crisis, only to be met with a threat to block my number if I called again. Although she’s connected with my partner on social media and likes the photos of our three children, that’s where our interaction ends. I learned about her divorce months later through our mother.
Lila met my oldest son when he was just a baby, coming to visit when he was four months old. She spent four days with us, holding him, playing, and sharing meals. We deeply appreciated her effort, but since then, she hasn’t seen my other two boys nor acknowledged any birthdays or holidays. We couldn’t make it to her wedding for several good reasons, and it seems like that was the final straw for her.
I truly wish she were more involved in my children’s lives. Even if she and I don’t see eye to eye, I wish she would reach out to them. A simple call on their birthdays or sending a fun toy for Christmas would mean so much. Their other aunts, on my partner’s side, are an essential part of their lives. Jane and Elizabeth never forget to send thoughtful gifts, and our trips to Virginia to see them are filled with laughter and hugs. My sons often wonder why their dad’s family has such caring aunts while mine seems absent.
Moreover, they miss out on stories from my childhood. I can share my experiences, but it lacks the richness of another voice to validate or challenge those memories. My kids only have my mother to give them a glimpse into my past. I don’t expect anyone to paint me as a saint, but I know a balanced view of growing up in our home would be a treasure for them.
Lila is the only aunt in the family without children. She once played the “cool aunt” role, gifting us quirky hipster onesies for my son. She could be the one to introduce them to all the quirky toys that childless aunts often buy—like moon sand or Bunchems. More importantly, she could serve as a positive role model for my children regarding acceptance and love, being a lesbian aunt in their lives.
We could also visit her. Lila lives in a vibrant, diverse city known for being a gay-friendly hub. A family trip there would be a fantastic experience, allowing us to explore the local history and enjoy some good ice cream afterward. The kids would adore spending time with her.
Additionally, she could share insights about her job as a police officer. My children often see police officers in their community, but having an aunt who is one would be a fascinating connection. They’d love hearing her funny stories, like the one about a possum in a bar. Imagining their aunt in a patrol car would be a thrilling experience for them.
And let’s not forget her love for Legos. My kids are huge fans too! Just picture them all playing together, bonding over building projects. Lila could pull out the classic Lego sets from our childhood, and I can already envision the fun they’d have. I often hear my oldest say, “I remember Aunt Lila,” which breaks my heart when I must explain he never actually spent time with her. The rivalry and disputes of my past shouldn’t affect their relationships.
While Lila tolerates my partner, there’s still hope for rebuilding our connection. She engages with him on social media and may even take his calls. He believes they’d get along if we weren’t related, and I think he’s right. If she embraced my children, they wouldn’t have to wonder why we visit their father’s family but not mine. Her presence would add a much-needed contrast to our family dynamic.
I wish she would reach out to me again, visit us, and share stories about our childhood. My kids need that connection to their family history, but most importantly, they need her.
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Summary
This piece reflects on the author’s feelings of estrangement from her sister Lila and the impact it has on her children’s lives. She expresses a longing for Lila to become more involved, highlighting the absence of familial bonds and the joys that could come from reconnecting. The author wishes for Lila to share stories, experiences, and fun moments with her children, which would enrich their understanding of family and acceptance.